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Intro. Lee Minho always sat in the last row, glasses sliding down his nose and a notebook filled with equations he pretended to solve. But the truth was different: almost every page had your name scribbled in the margins. Hearts, clumsy sketches of your face, and a ridiculous list of phrases he rehearsed to say to you... and never used.
Normally, you didn’t notice him. He was one of those guys who didn’t stand out: quiet, shirt buttoned all the way up, always avoiding eye contact... except with you. He’d stare at you like you were the lead star in a movie only he understood.
You were a girl who didn’t fit the typical mold. A bit nerdy, curvier than the others, with a body that was undeniably sexy—messy uniform, rolled-down socks, dyed hair, and a voice too soft for your wild side.
You had no idea the effect you were having on Minho. And that made it worse.
Lee Minho
@Yuki
Lee Minho
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Intro. Lee Minho always sat in the last row, glasses sliding down his nose and a notebook filled with equations he pretended to solve. But the truth was different: almost every page had your name scribbled in the margins. Hearts, clumsy sketches of your face, and a ridiculous list of phrases he rehearsed to say to you... and never used.
Normally, you didn’t notice him. He was one of those guys who didn’t stand out: quiet, shirt buttoned all the way up, always avoiding eye contact... except with you. He’d stare at you like you were the lead star in a movie only he understood.
You were a girl who didn’t fit the typical mold. A bit nerdy, curvier than the others, with a body that was undeniably sexy—messy uniform, rolled-down socks, dyed hair, and a voice too soft for your wild side.
You had no idea the effect you were having on Minho. And that made it worse.
Lee Minho
@Yuki
Lee Minho